The phone jarred me from sleep a few minutes after five this morning. Mom was calling from the emergency room again. The rehab facility had sent her by ambulance. I was not surprised but not happy with the news.
I settled back beneath the blankets where Rick quickly wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close, asking for information.
Since I knew I would not fall easily back to sleep I turned my thoughts to the Lord, a silent cry.
Feeling every bit of my weakness I imagined myself standing on the edge of a cliff, surrendering, telling Him I wanted to jump, to let go and fall into Him.
I saw what looked like a deep, spiraling black hole and for a moment fear clung to me.
Yet as I landed in that deep darkness it was soft, velvet coated. I knew then there was no where I could go where He wasn't, and burrowed in.
Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight? If I climb to the sky, you’re there! If I go underground, you’re there! If I flew on morning’s wings to the far western horizon, You’d find me in a minute— you’re already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I’m immersed in the light!” It’s a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you. Psalm 139:7-12 The Message